A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at 3:10

one who picked the name for his

there was a simple building with windows that had a Light

a cup of hot

trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful

looking outside. His

had almost given

He had lived

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine

medicine,”

Mark seemed like he had not heard

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is

when

this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

favorite

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

heard this, he began to

stopped and

yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was

better not call her,” he

didn’t have to give Cecilia

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

him and swallowed them

lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put

Mark looked sideways at

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

asleep nowadays. This time, he had

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

doctor had almost given up on

lived two months longer than

glass

take the medicine,”

seemed like he had not

murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must

when

broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

her favorite food,”

cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

to fumble in his pocket for his

then, he stopped and shook

did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

better not call

to give Cecilia too

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies. You can have a

from him and swallowed

a nurse came in to help put on the

Mark looked

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

This

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

was much like that of

look at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

fact, this Cecilia in

nestled in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame

this point, Mark woke

walls of the hospital room were white, just

gently closed his

needed

all over his body. He

to buy the pumpkin pies

foreign nurse was in

return home. He

cooked, and

couldn’t change anything

up

if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have

was determined to stay strong and

finding it difficult to go back to

to make paper planes.

Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be

said he wanted to go there

pale fingers trembled as

came back to

snowstorm on his way, so he

time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

Mark had been

the paper planes and smiled

some of

actually took

not more

it in his mouth, he put down the spoon because

narrowed his eyes

go back home and have a family reunion,” he said

Angela’s Library

course you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see

him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a

around 4

a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For

you,” Peter urged in a low

broke into

boy,”

he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was a little

sounded a

he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name

had given birth to a girl

held the phone trembled so

said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive and

entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a good

first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end

Mark sniffed and put

he never even dared to ask

along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or

“What happened?” he asked.

up at Peter and said,

happy to hear this and he did a fist

great,” he said with a

day of the new year. And Olivia is

in agreement and began to stroke one of

home to

Angela’s Library

glance

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